"Don't steal my cake...Wicked Person..." The person on the bed suddenly muttered as if dreaming about something unpleasant.
Then, they turned over and kicked off the quilt, and continued to sleep.
"..." Charles White was slightly taken aback, then, he frowned.
So she likes cake that much, that even in her dreams, it's all about cake.
Or has someone actually stolen her cake before, leaving her with such a grudge?
Charles White covered her with the quilt again, and just as he was about to stand up from the bedside, he saw her kick, and the quilt was kicked off yet again...
"Cold..." Zoe Yale shrank her body and murmured with grievance.
"..." She kicked off the quilt, how could she not be cold?
Charles White stepped forward, covered her with the quilt once more, and looked at her pitifully bad sleeping posture, his frown becoming deeper.
